The Vow

Perched at the branching point of moss-wrapped limbs
and buttressed by a column of cool wind,
though drawn by seemly scape and scented breeze,
she vowed from this launching point of spirits
never to sail so distant from herself
that some compass cannot align her soul
to true north of her star-set hopes and dreams;
to the wing’d prayer that ever soars and sings.

2 thoughts on “The Vow

  1. My friend, my touchstone-this is just great! This work is amazing and soulfully inspiring! I am so thankful to God to have found your work. Thank you for writing and sharing this.

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